Chapters So here I am; sitting on my floor, confused as possible because there are six girls sitting on my couch telling me that I’m something important. Well let me tell you, I’m anything but important. I’m just a regular dude. I wake up, go to work, eat, sleep do it over the next day. I should have listened to my brain and not trusted them from the start. But I guess that’s what I am, trust. At least that’s what they keep telling me; but I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.
I should start by introducing myself, my name is Seth Grant; but most people just call me Salem, I never learned why it’s just a name that stuck to me in junior high. I’m not the brightest of bulbs or the sharpest of nails. My grades were par average. I’m about 5”11 with dark blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. My idea of a good time is chilling out and watching some My Little Pony, yes you heard me right, I watch my little pony. I am very much a Brony, the only channel I get on my piece of crap television is Hasbro. This is fine, I mainly use it to play video games anyway, so it doesn’t bother me that much. My story of insanity starts going downhill at my place of work.
“SETH GET TO WORK! I STILL NEED YOU IN THE GYM TO MAKE SURE NONE OF THE KIDS GET HURT!”
“On it boss!” I work at a daycare center on the east side of my town. I enjoy working with kids very much. They always seem to come straight to me, I never knew why. My parents always said it’s because I smell like Santa Clause and chocolate chip cookies. Even at a young age smaller kids would walk right up to me and just ask me to play.
As I carried a tub of unhealthy junk food and small Capri-sun packets past almost two dozen screaming kids, and one angry boss, I yelled for all the kids to line up in there designated lines. With almost 200 hundred kids this took about ten minutes.
“SETH GET OUT HERE! THERE ARE SOME GIRLS THAT WANT TO SPEAK WITH YOU!”
“ OK boss I’m coming!”
Some girls? That’s strange I don’t know many girls, only a couple friends from high school; but they live in other states so it couldn't be them. I walked out into the front room and saw six strange looking girls, and a small boy, whom looked kind of annoyed.
“hello” I said with a big smile “ I’m Seth, what can I do for you today?”
“hello” said the one in front. She had dark lavender hair with a single pink line going down the side. She held her head high and I could tell she was the kind of person who had a lot of self confidence in her skills. “My name is Tina Sparks, and I heard you are great with kids, in fact I heard you are one of the best.”
I rubbed the back of my neck and gave a goofy smile, bashful about such a kind compliment.
“Well I wouldn't say one of the best, it’s just kind of a talent. I was just naturally born to be good with kids” after I said this I noticed two of the girls in back snickering about something. I couldn't make It out but I think they said something about a “cutie mark”. I didn't worry about it though
“Well Seth this is Shane and I was wondering if you could watch him for the day along with the rest of your kids” Tina continued with a lot of calmness in her voice but I noticed Shane didn't seemed to excited about the idea of staying at a day care. Shane was probably around seven or eight years old and probably in the first or second grade. I immediately noticed his hair, he sported a bright green Mohawk, along with that he wore a green T-shirt, much like his hair, and a light purple jacket. I knelt down to look Shane eye to eye and noticed just like his hair and his shirt he had bright green eyes.
“Hi Shane, my name is Seth, but most of the kids just call me Salem”
Shane looked at me with nervous eyes, like he was trying to tell me how bad he didn't want to be there; but I knew I could get him to smile, it was just a matter of trust. After a while he finally spoke.
“Hi Salem, my name is Shane, but most people just call me spike, you know from the T.V show, My Little Pony”
“I know the one I heard it’s pretty good” my thoughts whirled as I started making the connection.
“Yeah well I don’t really know, everyone says I just look like the dragon from it which is awesome because I love dragons; but I wouldn't know I never really watch it.”
“Well I don’t watch it much either” I lied “But it’s no big deal, you got here just in time we are just about to have our snack so why don’t you come on in” his eyes lit up at the mention of food and he ran inside the gym. The six girls whom were watching the whole time seemed shocked.
“Wow Seth it took us almost an hour to convince him to come and give this place a try.” Said Tina “It took you less than five minutes to convince him. What we heard about you was definitely true”
I looked at her with a big grin happy that people are kind enough to think about me and tell me about others.
“Well Miss Sparks it’s all about a matter of trust. If I can trust the kids then they can trust me as well”
“And what if they can’t trust you?” said one of the girls in the back. She wore a cyan blue jacket and short shorts, her hair was a lot of different colors, almost like a rainbow, but the strange part about her were her eyes; they were a beautiful magenta. She had seriousness in her voice that shocked me. She walked up with speed that surprised me even more. She was just about as tall as I was, maybe just a little bit shorter. “Well?” she asked
I just kept smiling and said in a calm voice “I trust everyone, so I try to not give a reason for anyone not to trust me.”
CHAPTER 2
I sat outside with spike around the playground. Along with a gym the daycare building has a playground outside of it. While the kids played I tried to learn more about spike and his family, although he seemed to wrapped up in his M&M cookies to talk about anything.
“So spike, tell me about your mother Miss Sparks”
“Hmm?” he said between mouthfuls of cookies. “oh she isn't actually my mother. I mean she hatched me but she didn’t actually lay me as an egg.” What? Did he actually think he was spike from the show? He must be joking with me. You tend to get used to kids with an active imagination when working with 200 of them for almost ten hours a day, but what did he mean that Miss Sparks wasn't his mother? Other than me, spike didn't talk to anyone so I knew he was a shy kid but he couldn’t dislike his own mother could he? I doubted it from what I could tell he was a kind kid and he kept asking if he could help me with anything.
“Not to say I wouldn't like her to be my mom she has been there for my from the beginning and even though I’m really small I do my best around the library but sometimes I can’t do everything because I’m still so little.”
“Well you’re still really young so I’m sure you’ll still have plenty of time to help her out.” I said with a big grin. It was rare this day in age to meet such a kind hearted child and it always filled me with joy that there were still kindness in such a messed up world. I always tried my hardest to show kids that the world should be filled with kindness and trust in others not hatred and evil.
“Yeah she said I could help everyone out by meeting you” Spike said
“Oh? And how is that?” I asked very confused
“By giving you this.” Spike handed me a gold ring with a small green jewel in the shape of fire. I took it extremely confused
“What is this?” I asked
“It’s your element marking.” Spike said
“MY…..What?”
“Your element marking” Spike said with the straightest face I’ve ever seen. “It’s what you’re gonna need when the fighting starts”
“Fighting???” saying I was confused was an extreme understatement. “Sorry Spike but I’m not a fighter, I took karate a few years back and some kendo classes but that was just about it.”
“Do you trust me?” Spike asked looking at me completely serious.
“Huh?” I asked again extremely confused
“Do you trust me?” He asked looking at me dead in the eye.
“Of course I do Spike but I think your imagination is starting to get out of hand. there isn’t going to be any fighting around here anytime soon”
Spike looked up at the sky and spoke words beyond his few years “I wish you were right Salem but this is a cruel world, and when you realize it’s time to fight, it may already be too late.”
Saying that he got up and ran to the playground acting like a normal kid again leaving me confused on the ground. I looked at the ring. I didn’t wear much jewelry but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I could always give it back if he wanted it. I put the ring on my right ring finger. It fit perfectly to my surprise, like it was made specifically for me it felt strangely warm like there was heat generating from it.
As I looked at the ring the boss called everyone back inside. It was around five O’clock so parents were starting to show up to pick up their kids. It was my job to have the parents sign out their kids to make sure no one pick up the wrong kids. We have had incidents where strangers have attempted to kidnap kids. This is why I’m at the front.
I didn’t lie when I told Spike that I took karate classes but that wasn’t exactly the whole truth. The whole truth is that I am actually a third degree black belt and one of the best sword fighters in the country. I try to keep that on the down low because, as I’ve come to realize the hard way; if you flaunt power the power hungry tend to try to prove themselves. In the situations of the attempted kidnappings I had won a couple tournaments and the paper had covered it. When word got out that I was a very young master class fighter a few “gangsters” thought it would be a good idea to make me angry by hurting the kids that were under my protection. This didn’t turn out well, for them anyway, they decided to take a kid I had taken under my personal wing. A little boy named Tristan whom had joined the same school I took my classes as well, he asked me to start teaching him as well. I accepted his request, but I later regretted it. When the so called “gangsters” came they saw me teaching him during our free time. They grabbed him before I could react and pointed a single hand gun at him, long story short the police had to rush me and the “gangsters” to a hospital. me because of a single bullet in my shoulder. Them because I broke most of their limbs. I try to hide the truth because when I get angry, I don’t get just angry I become impossible to stop. Everything goes black and I start to move on my own. I don’t like it believe me but I can’t help it, I care for these kids like they are my own.
As they time went by it reached six o’clock and there was only one kid left, Spike. The boss had already taken off and left me to close up the building as soon as Miss Sparks came to pick up spike. As if on cue Miss Sparks along with the other girls who’s names I all learned before they took off.
The one who got up in my face with the awesome rainbow hair and the beautiful magenta eyes was Rachel Dickerson, of course there was Tina Sparks at the lead of the group but besides them were the other four. Beside Rachel was probably the most hyper of the group Miss Diane Pie, a fairly short gal besides her hair which was bright neon pink and very very poofy, she couldn’t seem to hold still and continued bouncing around uncontrollably. She wore a bright pink shirt which had three ballons on it and a small skirt which was also, surprise surprise, pink. Behind Miss Sparks was Miss Renea Flowers, like miss Sparks she had dark lavender hair; however she stood tallest amoung the group at probably a good six feet or maybe more, She wore a perfect white dress, it was flawless not a single wrinkle. Next to Miss Flowers was Alexandra Johnson whom wore a big Stetson hat and seemed to be the polar opposite of miss Flowers, the wore some dirty jeans and a button up shirt with and some cowgirl boots. She seemed the type to not back down like Miss Rachel. Hiding Behind the other five was Miss Fiona Summers, she had very light pink hair and very wide eyes the shortest of the group and definitely the most shy out of everyone she was the only one to not say anything. She wore a yellow sweatshirt which looked to be a size bigger than necessary, maybe to hide in because that what she seemed to use it for. She also wore a yellow pair of shorts.
As I called to spike to come outside the gym and go home he seemed to sulk out, seeming like he didn’t want to go home. Before they left I remembered the ring.
“Oh wait!” I called out “is this ring any of yours?” they all turned and looked at the ring that was still on my finger. Rachel started laughing as if something was funny.
“What?” I asked confused yet again. This day kept taking weird turns and it seemed like I was the butt of the joke.
“Even if it was any of our, which it isn’t, it doesn’t matter anymore because now it’s stuck to you” she said through stifled laughter.
“What are you talking about? Here I’ll just slip it..” I tried pulling it off but for some reason it seemed to be stuck. I started freaking out because it seemed like it would just slip off easily. That’s when Tina started to talk.
“It seems spike has told you everything. I guess that means we should start filling in the blanks”
“What do you mean?”
“There are some things Spike may have left out, and I think it’s time we fill you in on the rest.” That’s when Rachel yelled at the top of her lungs.
“PARTY AT YOUR HOUSE DUDE!!!”
CHAPTER 3
The ride home was nerve racking. Not because of what happened at the daycare. I figured whatever it was it wouldn’t be a big deal. What was nerve racking was Miss Diane’s nonstop talking.
“Hey! Hey! Salem! When are we gonna get there! I want something to eat! Maybe some cupcakes! Oh! can I call you Sally?! No wait that’s a girl’s name hehehe.” This continued for a good twenty minutes in my packed car, which could only hold five people. It was now holding eight. Finally Miss Renae interrupted.
“Pink…er I mean Diane please, would you kindly be silent so Mr. Salem can concentrate on driving this puny moving box.” Pink? Was that a nickname? Wait, puny?! How was I supposed to know I would have six strangers and a kid in my car at any time? I usually drive myself! This car is a luxury to me.
As we pulled into the driveway of my apartment building I could hear sighs of relief, one of them being my own. We filed out of my car and walked up to room 305 where I was staying temporarily until I could find a decent and affordable home. My apartment was small but it was good enough since I figured they wouldn’t be here for long. Then again I wasn’t looking forward to taking them anywhere else so I figured I would drag it out some to stretch myself out.
“Do any of you want anything to eat or drink?” I asked immediately heading towards the fridge. Offering food was always a good icebreaker so I usually started with that.
“I’d love some apple cider right now.” Said Rachel
“Sorry Rachel I only have cherry. Is that ok?”
“I guess.” She grumbled not seeming pleased.
“Anyone else?” I asked looking at the other five. They all looked at me with serious faces. All except Diane who was looking around in every corner. Probably for ingredients to make those cupcakes she was talking about. Which didn’t sound like a bad idea considering everyone was being so serious. Maybe it would lighten the mood some.
“Salem, I’m sorry but none of us are really in the mood for anything sweet. Well none of us except for Pinkie.”
“Who?” I asked, but immediately facehoofed myself mentally. Who else could it be except the girl in all Pink? “Never mind” I waved off the question. “Please continue.”
“Well you may want to sit down for this because you’re not going to believe me at first”
“Nah I trust you”
“Well that’s what you’re not going to believe me about”
“What do you mean by that?”
This time it was Renaes’ turn to speak.
“Well darling why don’t we start from the beginning?” she said
“And where would that be?” I returned
“Well we ain’t exactly from around here.” Alexandra answered my question
“Yeah I know most of the town and I knew I hadn’t recognized you. So where are you all from?” that’s when “pinkie” stuck her head up.
“Oh! I know! We’re from Equestria!!” she said with a giggle. I started laughing thinking she was joking; but as I looked around none of the other girls seemed to even try and attempt to correct her in any way.
“Wait you’re serious?” I asked confused for the umpteenth time today.
Rachel spoke up “What we meant when we said “we aren't from here” was that we are from a whole different world” she said with complete seriousness
“I believe you already recognize us at least our normal forms at least” Tina continued
“What are you talking about? I told you just now I've never seen any of you before in my life!” I yelled starting to become extremely nervous
“Well maybe this will jog your memory.” Tina answered as she pointed a finger towards me. Right before my eyes a picture popped up out of thin air. A picture of six ponies and a single dragon. I looked at the picture and then back at the girls and the boy. Realization had crept on me slowly and I smacked my head at the realization that I should have realized this sooner. All the people standing around me matched the look of the seven in the picture. All except for one important detail. The picture had ponies. The humans in front of me definitely weren't ponies. Even if they could make a picture appear out of nowhere I wasn't easily fooled. Apparently they knew what I was thinking because just as I was about to say something Rachel stepped in front of me and had removed her shirt.
Now normally any guy would be staring at a certain area of the female body. However I was distracted by the pair of cyan wings that were sticking out of her back! I don’t care who you are, if a girl has wings and starts flapping them like she has been doing it her whole life, you definitely aren't looking at her chest.
“Believe us now?” she said through a gloating grin. I just looked at her and the rest of the group Tina and Renae started floating all my glass wear. Spike proudly started spewing small bursts of green fire. Fiona summers whom had continued to stay quiet the whole time in the corner of the room finally decided to join in and simply lifted her shirt to reveal her wings and nothing more. Finally after taking all this in and making sure I wasn't hallucinating. I passed out.
CHAPTER 4
As I woke up on the couch I began to recollect the memories of the night before.
“A dream. That’s what it was, a dream.” I said to myself. I looked around and no one was in here except for me.
“Definitely a dream” I said to myself. I got up and looked at the clock. Ten o’clock. Thank goodness it was Saturday or I would have gotten an earful from the boss. I got up and headed towards the shower. As I walked in I noticed the shower was already on, and occupied. By a girl with rainbow hair and cyan wings. Who had turned around and noticed me starring and was now flying through the air aiming a kick straight for my face. Which made full contact, and sent me into the back wall.
“What the hell do you think you are doing, coming in while I am in the shower!?” she screamed at me in rage.
“I don’t know maybe because it is my house and I thought you were just a dream?! Although now I’m starting to think I’m in some sort of horrible nightmare!!” I retaliated, bleeding from a possible broken nose.
She scoffed and put on a towel. “Sorry buddy this isn’t a dream, even though I kinda wish it was. Then I wouldn’t be stuck here with your scrawny ass.” I looked up in a mix between anger and regret. I stood up and popped my nose back into place “agh” was all I managed.
“You done in the shower? I kinda need to wash the blood off myself from that flying kick you sent into my face.” She cringed in hurt at that last part, but I didn’t care she deserved it; but that thought soon went away after I saw the redness in her face and hearing two words I knew she wasn’t accustomed to.
“I’m sorry” she said looking at the floor trying to cover her guilt. I was shocked; she hardly ever apologized in the show so I knew it was sincere. I walked over to her and lifted her chin to look me in the eyes.
“Hey don’t worry about it I should have knocked.” I said and then walked into the bathroom and began my own shower. Now that I knew this wasn’t a dream questions started popping up in my head left and right. The main ones being, why were they here and what did they want with me? I finished my shower and put on some boxers and walked out into my kitchen.
“You seriously are going to walk out here in just boxers?” I looked over and saw Rachel sitting on my couch with a box of pizza already half gone.
“How did you get that pizza? Do you even have any money?”
“Of course not, but you do. I used your debit card.”
“Yeah you’re definitely rainbow dash.”
“No shit Sherlock, what gave it away? The rainbow hair? The eyes maybe? Oh I know! It Had to be the wings!”
“Actually it was the smartass attitude.” Said with a proud smirk on my face. Then a thought occurred to me. “Hey where are the others? I haven’t seen them around anywhere.”
“They took off yesterday after you passed out I had to stay here and make sure you came too eventually”
“Why you?”
“Why does it matter?” she remarked sarcastically. Come to think of it, why did I care?
“Cause it could have been anyone of you guys. Why did you decide to stay?” Her eyes shot open in shock at my answer.
“he..Hey don’t get confused I just lost a game of rock paper scissors! It wasn't my choice to stay here!!” she answered; but I could tell that wasn't quite it from the blushes on her face.
“OK, now what’s the truth?” I said with a devious grin on my face. She got mad believing I was taunting her, which I kind of was but that’s beside the point
“Fine! You want to know why!? It’s because you’re supposed to save this stupid world and I’m supposed to show you how to do it!!” she answered furiously.
“hahah yeah sure, and then Princess Celestia is going to start talking to me in my head!”
“Actually I’ve been here the whole time” said a calm yet powerful voice.
“Huh? Who said that?” I looked around for the disembodied voice
“A lot is about to happen Salem and you need to be ready for it when the time comes.” Great that’s what I wanted to hear. Rachel and Spike were not kidding when they said I have to save the world.
“You need to be ready when evil strikes in this world. The time has come for you to understand who you are truly meant to be. Do not worry your trainer is fully qualified and you should be ready in a matter of a few short days; until then I leave you in capable hooves, or uh hands in this matter. Farewell.”
“How am I supposed to save the world by myself?” I asked out loud hoping for an answer from either Rachel or the disembodied princess.
“Well,” Rachel started off “Like I said I’m going to train you.” I was shocked to say the least. I had been in plenty of fights before and had shared knowledge of my own, but never had I thought I would be saving the world with someone I thought to be fictional.
“And how, might I ask, are you going to do that?” I asked with a curious look on my face.
“Well first I’m going to show you how to use that ring on your finger” she stated as a matter of factly as she held up her right hand revealing a ring of her own. Except hers’ had a red lightning bolt on it. Suddenly there was a flash and she was holding two swords. One pure white from the bottom of the hilt to the tip of the blade, whiter than snow and looked like it was made more for decoration with the way the hilt was designed. The other was blacker than any night I've ever seen, but the cutting edge of the blade was blood red and made me cringe at how evil it looked. It looked like it had already gone through war.
“These are the spirit weapons that come out of your element marking. Only you can call yours out so it’s my job to show you how.”
“So how do we start?”
She looked at me with a grin that would only be described as evil.
“I’m so glad you asked, dear Salem!” she stated as she lifted the blades in an offensive stance.
“We force them out by putting your life in danger!!” and at that moment I realized…. I may not live to see the next day. I prayed that she would at least take it easy on me until I got used to it. That prayer quickly disappeared as she swung for my head.
CHAPTER 5
Rachel and I collapsed on the ground. Exhausted, covered in sweat and out of breath, Rachel “Rainbow Dash” had been swinging her dual swords at me for almost four hours now. Finally, neither of us could stand any longer. We decided it was time for a break and went out to eat. Contrary to popular belief, Rainbow Dash isn't actually a vegetarian; also contrary to belief she does eat a lot, and by a lot I mean, holy crap a lot. She downed three double baconators like they were nothing. As we sat and ate I took the chance to ask some of the questions that were on my mind.
“So why me? I mean out of the six billion people in this world why did you pick me?” it was the question that had been on my mind since this whole ordeal started. She looked up from her food like a lion would if someone tried to take its’ meat, vicious. As she swallowed her bite of fries she reluctantly answered my question.
“Look Salem, we didn't pick you. You were chosen just like me and the other five; and another thing you aren't alone.” After finishing that sentence she took another chomp of fries and a gulp of root beer. “This place is just like Equestria. It has six elements; the problem is we don’t know who the other five are.”
That answered one questioned but raised even more. There was no way we could just walk up to random strangers and ask if they were part of a group that was supposed to supposedly save humanity. Speaking of which, what were we fighting in the first place? Everyone had so far forgotten to mention that important piece.
“Hey, can I ask another question?”
“You just did.” She remarked
“Smartass.” I retorted
“Obviously. Now what do you wanna know?”
“What are we fighting in the first place? All this training would be for nothing if we weren’t actually fighting anything.”
She looked up with a serious face. Totally concentrated on the question, I could tell I hit a nerve she wanted to avoid; but it couldn’t be helped. I had to know what I was fighting in order to prepare for a battle, especially one that could cost humanity.
“Do you remember nightmare moon?” she asked after a long silence.
“Yeah, didn’t Princess Celestia imprison her on the moon?” I answered thinking about the first episode of the series.
“Yes and no. Princess Celestia did imprison her; but it wasn’t supposed to be for one thousand years. It was only supposed to be for a few decades. However what the Princess didn’t know was there was already someone occupying the moon.”
“Who could that be? There is no way any human could survive up there.” I responded.
“You are only half right. There was another up there; but whatever he is,he isn't human.”
“What do you mean? You aren't really making any sense or answering my question.” I was starting to get annoyed because she was obviously trying to avoid answering.
“You call him “the Man on the Moon” but the princesses knew him by his real name Mondmann. He was the first human to enter Equestria. No one knew what he was so everyone was scared, except Princess Luna. She approached Mondmann with that old Canterlot voice of hers and demanded that he come to the castle.
Flashback to olden Equestria castle
Princess Luna and Mondmann walk into the throne room. Mondmann is about four feet 6 inches with a hunched back and has a cloak to cover him so no one can see his face. He walks with a long stick that is as tall as he is. He is very old and seems very tired and confused. He didn't even seem to realize that he is talking to a pony, or a royal pony for that matter. Luna was the first to speak and she spoke with great demeanor.
“Speak creature! Who and what are you?!” Mondmann didn't seem startled in the slightest. In fact he remained calm and spoke with a soft voice.
“My name is Mondmann. I come from Germany where I work as a farmer. I was out collecting sticks when I met a handsome young gentleman. Strange boy though he had a sharp tooth sticking out of one corner of his mouth and a horn on one side of his head, and what looked like a lion paw for one hand. But back to the point, I was collecting sticks and he scolded me for working on a Sunday and the next thing I know I’m here. Wherever “here” is. Now that I have explained my story, may I ask who you are?”
Princess Luna was shocked at how calmly he explained himself, and how he came to be in Equestria. By the sound of his story it wasn't his fault but she couldn't take any chances. If this man was a threat to the ponies she would have to dispose of him.
“My name is Princess Luna. I rule this land of Equestria with my sister Celestia! You sir have frightened my people! You must leave immediately and do not ever return!”
“Oh my, forgive me princess! I did not realize that I was speaking to royalty or I would have been more formal.” He proceeded to bow. “I apologize for instilling fear in your people; but to be fair I myself am frightened. I cannot see where I am nor can I figure out a way to get back.” Mondmann replied with great sorrow. It seemed like he wasn't telling the whole story however and Princess Luna wasn't buying it.
“Now tell me how you truly came to be here! Do not deny that your story is quiet off kilter and seems quiet preposterous!”
“Well princess, your instincts do not fail you, for you see I am no ordinary being. I control the night skies along with my kin! You cannot conceive the power I possess! In fact I have already gained control over you, Nightmare moon!” and with that Mondmann burst into a cloud of dark dust, leaving the princess of the night confused.
Flash back ends
“After that Princess Celestia started noticing a change in Princess Luna and eventually her turning into Nightmare Moon”
Rainbow finished along with her fries.
“OK” I responded “but that doesn't really explain anything except how the princess started to become jealous or even explain how Mondmann did it.”
“Princess Luna isn't sure how he did it either but the fact is that he did it somehow and now he is back to try again and it is our job to finish him for good. That is where you and the other elements come in.”
“How so? How is it our fault that this guy is trying to take over Equestria?” I couldn't see the point in all this but I knew there was one.
“Because it isn't just Equestria you moron. It’s all the worlds! Including yours!” she shouted
And there it was the words I was hoping she wouldn't say. It was going to be up to me to save the world.
How cliché.